The death of Nelson Hinman, the owner of a farm in Naugatuck Valley, Ct., two weeks since, disclosed the fact that for thirty years he had kept his wife confined in an upper apartment with grated windows. She has been partially insane, but the deceased is now charged with causing her mind to give way by an exhibition of his jealousy when she was near her confinement with her first child. Before her marriage she was a woman of refinement and education, and quite a belle. Her reputation had always been of the purest and best, but when her husband, in a moment of anger, allowed his jealousy to get the better of his reason and upbraided her, it shocked the poor woman so that ever after her mind was somewhat unsettled, her reason partially dethroned. Since Hinman's death Mrs. Hinman has been out of her room on several occasions. The first was just before the funeral services of her husband were held. Then coming out of her room she looked over the banisters of the stairs down into the hall where the cold stern features of her tyrannical husband looked up from his coffin. A cynical smile--almost a look of exultation--swept over the haggard features of the once beautiful belle of Birmingham, and then without a word she returned to her room and in silence looked for hours through the grated window at the long stretch of snow and ice fringing the rushing Housatonic. She seemed content--for the first time in three decades--quiet at peace with herself. There is little hope that the wretched wife, now an old woman of over sixty-five years, can ever be restored to reason, and in all probability, despite treatment which is promised, she will die as she has lived--a prisoner in her own room."